call of the view when frames are out of tune
guiding light shaping pictures anew
what is there left to look when all falls down and renews
fall into view, when all breaks down in vain
what is there left to gain when attunements change into constant rain
after all, when all goes down, burning insight
taking over the view
what is there left to look when the frames are out of tune
grawls in spine, feeds from the heart, pale mourning sun
guiding light of the view
what is there left to hold when heart has bled to the last drop
after all, when all goes down, burning cold but bright
shaping pictures anew
what is there left to look when its falling apart outside the view
call of the view, after all breaks down again
pictures shaping as reminder of a day
what is there left to gain when attunements change into constant rain
fall into view, sun rises over, burning cold again
what is there left to do when the rays covers over the view
what is there left to hold, the sun is again burning cold
what is there left to hold, the sun is again burning cold
what is there left to hold when heart has bled to the last drop
the last drop
last drop

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